My name is Michael Gavin I'm 14 live in Upland CA, and I have wings. I'm not exactly sure how it happened but it did. My childhood was normal, like really normal no wings at that time and I was popular-ish. Until, I hit puberty as my mom says my dad was killed in a car accident and it was just me and mom. Then things got weird I was hit por a car and was sent to the hospital obviously. I spent two months in that little white room, lectura my Percy Jackson books, completely unaware of what the nurses were talking about outside my door as I read The Last Olympian for the zillionth time. My mom was visiting when the "doctor" walked in and pressed like some panic button on the muro siguiente to me, with it came an alarm and a loud buzzer. My mom was shuffled out of the room with a lot of curses thrown at the doctors. I was filled with a ton of painkillers and pretty much blacked out , while coming in and out of conscience-ness the doctors sounded happy , surprised and confused all at once, the scene shifted and I saw a purple unicorn in a maíz field with spongebob on his back I know CRAZY. I gained normal concience again and I looked normal-ish but this time I was in a different room but it looked exactly like my hospital room I just knew it was different somehow. I really had to go to the bathroom so I got up and went , but I didn' t feel any wooziness o pain. I could walk with no painkillers and no pain. Am I normal already? That's what I thought as I went and did my unspeakable stuff. As I looked at myself at the mirror I noticed a large bulge under my camisa, camiseta on my back, it also felt itchy. As I scratched hoping it was nothing but found it was something alright. Something that will change my life. I took off my camisa, camiseta everything was normal except ehat I saw on my back, there were two garherings of bone on my shoulder blades. "oh, I'm still hyped up on laughing gas o something this can't be real." That's what I thought as I got water and went back to bed. I was actually back inicial and the césped, hierba seriously needed to be cut. That was when I was 9 five years later things have definetly changed. Please comentario I won't write anymore if people don't ask